To prevent the branch factions from slipping out of control, the headquarters always had many demands for them.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed, So, Faction Leader, you have already considered it, have you not?
The old man was quite pleased with Fang Zhiyi's form of address. Looking at the young man before him, he said, I do not know your background, but from your eyes, I can tell you have ambition, just like me when I was young. He suddenly struck out, tapping Fang Zhiyi's chest. At such a close distance, Fang Zhiyi did not even have time to react before feeling a wave of numbness. He could not even lift his hands.
The old man placed his hand over Fang Zhiyi's heart, and after a moment, he sighed, Your meridians are severed. Otherwise, with your reflexes, you might have become a first-rate martial arts master in the future. What a pity.
He stood up. Our Heaven-Shrouding Sect has always followed the principle of acting as one pleases, but in recent years, since the new Cult Master took power, the sect has gradually lost its true flavor. It is fine here since we are just a branch faction meant to draw enemy fire, but over at the headquarters, everyone is in a state of panic. The Cult Master trusts treacherous villains. I am afraid the Heaven-Shrouding Sect's days are numbered.
Fang Zhiyi felt the sensation in his body slowly returning.
This was inevitable. The so-called acupoint sealing was merely using internal energy to strike the acupoints, causing a temporary neural block. The kind that froze people completely was not acupoint sealing; it was magic.
I am old, so it does not matter. But all these people here need to live. I just want to find a way out for them while I am still alive.
He turned around, his eyes shining brightly. He no longer looked like the confused old fool from before.
I do not know what you want, but if what you say next does not satisfy me, I will not play along with you anymore. His withered body erupted with an imposing aura. You are very dangerous.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him and also slowly stood up. What I want to do does not conflict with what you want to do. I just want to make things better, to return certain things to the way they should be.
And so?
Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed. In the martial world, besides the demonic cults, the orthodox sects, and the common people, what else is there?
The old man looked at Fang Zhiyi's smiling face, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
The Imperial Court.
Fang Zhiyi smiled cunningly. Since we cannot do it ourselves, we might as well pull the Imperial Court in to do it together.
The old man also laughed. I thought you might have some brilliant insight. Do you think the Imperial Court would cooperate with people like us? On what grounds? His hand slowly raised, four fingers pressed together. This old man originally thought you would say something useful. It seems I expected too much.
Seeing that the old man was about to attack him, Fang Zhiyi chuckled lightly. Actually, I am here to negotiate a deal with you.
Wang Ergou was a bit anxious. He kept feeling like he had done something wrong. Should he not have brought that kid back?
Looking at the tightly closed door, he paced back and forth until the door opened, and Fang Zhiyi walked out with his arm around the Branch Leader's shoulders.
He was dumbfounded.
What? You are going to take the imperial examinations??? Wang Ergou looked at Fang Zhiyi, who shared a room with him, his face full of question marks.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Yeah, I am awesome like that.
No, brother, did the Branch Leader beat your brains out? We are a demonic cult! A demonic cult! He was a bit agitated, as the whole thing sounded ridiculous. Let alone a demonic cult, who in the martial world would run off to take the imperial exams? Instead of being a proper cult member, you are going to take the imperial exams? Are you not afraid of getting struck by lightning?
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to beat him up. You do not understand. Remember, only you and I know about this. If you breathe a word of it... Fang Zhiyi made a throat-slitting gesture.
Wang Ergou covered his mouth, but could not hold it in. Does the Branch Leader not know?
Fang Zhiyi sighed. This guy was a good person, but his brain really did not seem to work too well.
In any case, Fang Zhiyi set off the next day, and Wang Ergou was assigned to follow him.
The Branch Leader was still watching them from afar. Wang Ergou felt a bit uneasy. No, are you really going to take the exams? Do you even know how to read?
Fang Zhiyi ignored him.
Watching the two figures recede into the distance, a guardian asked, Branch Leader, this person's origins are suspicious. Are we really just letting him leave?
He still held a grudge over the kick to the groin he received yesterday.
What is there to fear? I am very interested in the proposal he made... The old man watched the two silhouettes disappear and clapped his hands. Also, from now on, call me Faction Leader.
Yes, Branch Leader.
...
Xue'er! Hurry! Two men dragged a half-dead man back into the courtyard. Jiang Xue rushed forward nervously. How is my brother?
Nothing serious, he just suddenly had another episode and killed several people. Brother Xiao and I barely managed to subdue him.
A woman in yellow ran out, her eyes full of worry and affection as she looked at Gu Cheng.
No one is chasing you, right?
Xiao Yidan nodded. Do not worry, I handled it. I set the scene on fire.
Hurry and help him inside, I will go brew the medicine, Meng Xiaodie urged.
Jiang Xue watched her older brother being carried into the house. That so-called Thousand-Year Tai Sui did not work at all!
It is alright, Xiaoxue, there will be a way. As long as we are all together, we will figure something out, Meng Xiaodie comforted her.
Jiang Xue glanced at her and nodded gently.
So what you are saying is, you joined our Heaven-Shrouding Sect just for money? Wang Ergou finally sorted out his thoughts but still found it unbelievable. Brother, tell me, are you from the Beggars' Sect?
Fang Zhiyi smiled. The most crucial thing for taking the imperial exams is money. Whether it is for registration, finding a guarantor, or basic living expenses, what does not cost money? That Faction Leader of yours, surnamed Zuo, could figure it out. Risking a bit of loose silver to gamble on a future, if it were you, would you not take that bet?
Wang Ergou pondered this. I do not get it, and I cannot wrap my head around it. We are people of the martial world, why would we go take some imperial exams? It is too embarrassing.
Anyway, just follow me. Your mission is to keep a close eye on me, is it not?
Wang Ergou smiled awkwardly. You really are smart. When the Branch Leader gave me my orders, he said to watch you...
Fang Zhiyi returned to the original owner's hometown, Yangcheng. He just took Wang Ergou for a stroll around his dilapidated home, greeted a few neighbors in passing, and then headed straight for the old scholar's house on the street.
The servant opened the door and was initially surprised to see Fang Zhiyi, then habitually waved his hand. There is no work for you. I thought you died out there. Go away, go away.
Wang Ergou was immediately displeased. Why are you being so rude, you rascal?
Looking at the broad-shouldered and thick-waisted Wang Ergou, and the short blade at his waist, the servant suddenly felt afraid. What they feared most were these so-called martial artists. A single disagreement and they would really hack people down, then run away, and the authorities would not be able to catch them.
Fang Zhiyi stepped in front of Wang Ergou and bowed slightly. Please pass a message to Scholar Li for me. I have important matters to discuss with him in detail.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
